Harmless Danger | Min Yoongi

TWO YEARS LATER

YOONGI WAVED AT THE CROWD AND GAVE A SMALL SMILE AS HE LEFT THE STAGE.

Thousands of fans screamed his name and stage name alike, all hoping for an encore that he couldn't give them. He went backstage where a small crowd of fans were waiting to meet him.

His smile great as he shook hands, hugged fans, and took thousands of pictures. A few people had even gotten an autograph before his assistant told the fans that he had to get going. He had another event in seven hours to attend to but of course his assistant, Jocelyn, didn't tell them that.

She pushed him gently toward his show room. "You've got about thirty minutes to get dressed and showered before we have to leave." She said glancing at her watch before she nodded to the bodyguards stationed at his door.

They were necessary after a fan had somehow got into his dressing room and attacked him.

He gave her a curt nod and walked into the room, closing the door and locking it. Even if he had those bodyguards, it was rather be safe than sorry.

Yoongi took a quick shower and dressed in a white shirt and black pants. A pair of Nike slides were waiting by the desk where his hairbrush and whatnot were.

He sat down and slid his feet into his shoes, tucking his shirt in halfway before he realized that an envelope sat carefully ontop of a small package.

Yoongi frowned and picked it up, turning it over and freezing at the familiar print. He ran his hand along the words and tore open the envelope without a second thought.

In it was a piece of wide ruled paper. He gingerly unfolded it, the paper trembling from his shaking hands.

Hello Yoongi,

It's me, Miaa.

Yoongi's eyes went wide as he nearly dropped the paper.

You might not remember me now but just know that I remember you. If you're reading this, then I successfully taught you how to live. Although it was probably tough since you know, you're kinda hard to deal with and incredibly stubborn.

Anyway, I'm writing this letter for you. I'm probably still in the same place I was in the year before. I hope we kept in touch. I just got home from our little escapade on the trains. It was fun. Actually, it was the first time I actually felt like myself in a long time.

I wanted to say that I helped you out, helped you get rid of that cool exterior of yours and your I hate the world and everyone in it way of thinking but in reality I think you helped me more than I helped you.

Yoongi, I hope that you understand that you are one of the most loved things in my life, besides food of course. But really, I don't think I've ever really felt this way about someone in my life.

I told you I was teaching you how to live, but you were teaching me how to be free. I thank you for that.

You probably won't see this, or even read it. God only knows what I've probably done to you now. But let me clear some things up. If I push you away, fight. Fight me and make me tell you whats wrong. Don't let me push you away. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

I've lived my life and hopefully I'm sipping from coconuts on some island with tiny umbrellas and watching the sunset. I might even be raising my own kids or starting my first ever shelter for abused and trafficked women and children.

That's what I really want to do. Help others. You are the first person I've helped Yoongi and you're more than that.

I guess you could say I fell at first glare. What can I say, I'm a sucker for badboys that hate me.

I'm getting off track, um well I left you my Journal. It's not a diary, I hate that word. It's a journal. A blank one. I bought it one day and just now found it. It has a lot of pages and is pretty stable. I know that you love writing music, so I thought it would help.

I wish you well wherever you are.

Love,

Miaa

He wiped the tear that fell down his cheek and carefully put the letter back into the envelope. He opened the package and sure enough, in the middle of the Styrofoam pieces a brown leather book sat.

He picked it up as if it were a delicate glass that if he wasn't careful would break and turn to ash. Yoongi ran his hand along it's cover and opened it. The book emitting a soft creak as he opened it to the first page and smiled.

In Miaa's scribbled handwriting on the top of the page was a clear, this isn't a diary it's a journal. ~miaa.

He closed it and breathed in the scent of the book. It smelled like her.

A knock on the door broke the spell her scent casted on him and he stood, the book clutched in his hands. "Yes?" He asked and Jocelyn opened the door a crack. "Are you ready?" She asked and Yoongi glanced down at the book then to the letter and picked it up, placing it into the book and nodding his head as he made his way to the door.

"Yeah, let's go." He said walking from the room and clutched the book closer to his chest. He took a deep breath, hearing the chants and screams of his fans and let it go, stepping out of the double doors and into the flashing lights of his many admirers with a smile on his face.